The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1887-04-21

A regular cleaning out with
Sassafrax, pennyroyal and dog wood
The saints suffered modification o. the
flesh.
So do in my new venture.
That may be better fitted to stand
with saints,
And as a second Moses
Lead the Prohibitionists out of the
red brush.
Who then. considering my varied expe-
At funerals and other blow outs,
is better fitted to crate
Over the grave of All Brooke's Rspub-
licanism,
And the last resting place
OF Sam Bright's New Departure?
In that line I'm honey cooler.
Ny friends this is devilish sorr owful
occasion.
Who ever come back from the wars =,
With more slaves chained to his car
wheel
Than All Brooke?
Rempel, Glove, Collins, West, Vickers,
Westenhaver. Bright, Ki:tsmiller,
McClintock, Pursell, Willard, ,Roch-
ester, Mcdonald. Miller and John
Ball e: al,
Have some time in their existence.
Caught the dust in the wake OF his
chariot.
And yet in a moment he dumps
The trophies of his glorious victories in
the grave,
By permitting the committee
To place his name upon the Democr It
ic ticket.
Contemplate the scene
1t beats the Arabian Nights storys hol-
And he a member of the State Commit
tee,
Republican, from 18th District.
In word, Brooke is following In my
footsteps.
Bright is commencing where ended.
His New Departure is like bubble
That rises from the bosom OF the stream.
Its burial is merely form,
The substance having long since evap-
GRATED.
But to corclude
Able orators are to follow me.
Mark well their words /;
Mark we'll the sentiment of the poems
They illustrate to::what men may aspire
They show, how, when men take n
header.
From what heights they may tumble,
And lose nothing but their Republicans
ism.
But will retire to the tree tops,
That may catch the eloQuence OF the
orators.
Leaving my Grafton in the hands OF the
Councilman from the 4th Ward
"Oh, at Peace-in peace.
And where is that which is so From
the star
To the winding worm, all life is motion,
and
In life commotion is the extremest
point
Of lie. The planet wheels till it be-
comes
A comet, and, destroying as it sweeps
The stars, goes out. The poor worm
winds its way.
Living upon the death of other things,
But till. like them, must live and die,
the subject
OF something which has made it live
and die.
You mast obey what all obey, the rule
Of fixed nece sity {: Against her edlct
Rebellion prospers not.
Brother Andy Sickles will give me
boost up a tree,
And the funeral can now 60 on
Then scene followed which
has not been witnessed since the
tragic death of Brutus and his
Servilor at the wind up OF dlSap
poiniment and defeat at Acilnm,
in which each pronounce ealo-
.ies on the other and then Kill
each other.
Brish, and Brooke killed each
other frsi, and then proceed 10
pour out their overflowins souls
in verse.
TIL. first eye streaming ode Is
the following, entirely original,
by our own Bare-foo;ed poet:
The Political Burial of Sir Samuel
Eri~ht.
Nor n drum was heard, not funeral note,
As his stiff TO the graveyard we hurried
No Republican fired n farewell shot
Ger the grave where Samuel was buried.
They buried him openly in broad day
The sods Indignantly turning,
They pressed him down clear out OF sight,
With their hearts Indignantly burning.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
Not in sheet nor i'll shroud they wouno
Rut they chucked him into eternal rest
With his Prohib Convention around him.
Few and short were the prayers they sud,
A nd they spoke not a word of sadness;
But they maliciously gazed on the face OF
While their necks swelled up in madness.
They thought as they filled his eold' cold
In a way expeditions and hearty,
OF the style in which he incontinently
gave
Away the old Republican party.
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's
gone,
And Der bis cold ashes upbraId him;
But little he'll reck, il they let him sleep on
In the grave where Temperance mas laid
him.
Now the ehastly and ghostly
scene ensres. The spirit of Col.
Shakespeare seems 10 possess The